Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.